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William is gaining but is very weak and not back to the place he was before the attack.

Reflectively: "No one can know—poor William, he knows!

"One of them for William," he said.

"William, taking him for all in all, I should consider my most ardent friend: O'Connor, with his KelticCeltic

learn to look for in O'Connor: the soarings, the brilliant sparkle of satire and wit—the Irish—in William

Swinburne my heartiest thanks for the copy of William Blake sent me, and also for his kind and generous

Rossetti—William—was one of the first of my friends over there—has been one of the staunchest—right along

Said he would write to William Carey, asking permission to use the negative.

Do you know, Horace, William should have been an orator: all his KelticCeltic bardic ancestry seems to

He would have made a great pleader: I do not think any audience could remain unsubdued, once William

I wrote to William Carey in the way W. had wished: and explaining now to him, he said, "That was right

Frank Williams and his wife were over today—also Osler—but there were no other visitors, except, of course

Had W. yet been able to read Frank Williams' American paper? "I have looked it through—that's all.

was unfit—that no one but Walt Whitman could have proved equal to the exigency: but William found few

As I left he said: "Do not fail to write Bucke right along—write Burroughs—write to William O'Connor.

He wears baggy pants, his coat is too long for him, his hair and beard are long and white, he wears a

Had patched to the Reeder picture this, written on a slip of white paper: "Beth: Walt Whitman's and parents

was never consulted, and of which he had no more knowledge than any other routine clerk about the White

now repeat that, in obedience to a telegraphic request from President Lincoln, I visited him at the White

Current Literature also says this: "William E.

"That is true to the bone—that would have tickled William O'Connor."

"Some kind words from my friend William Carey there—William Carey.

William O'Connor under the same excitation would blow fiercely and leave his mark on the landscape."

Yet to William it was a human question, too: it enlisted him first of all as a man, in the interests

"It is true I read everything that is written by William O'Connor with great absorption—to me, it is

all a great ship under full sail, grandly sailing whatever seas—William's writing always this.

And yet William has said to me here—written me, too—as if himself convinced there was something, if not

William R.

Frank Williams not yet about—nor further word from Brinton. To W.'

The foreman was a William Cobbett sort of a fellow.

Williams, Edelheim, Josephine Lazarus, Adler, Baker, Poet-Lore.Cable from Wallace today: "Thanks for

He asked me: "You have not so far met William?

heard from him, what was the matter: she felt the seriousness of his condition: but she said that William

After the white woman the negro. "But not universally the negro.

William was always a world of help in these treaties with editors: he was an intercessory force: knew

Some invited, most did n'tdidn't: but whether the one thing or the other, William mediated with his customary

s "pink-white skin"—making much of it.

was mistaken—Harry had nothing to do with Illustrated American piece, but says there's little doubt William

William there, however, on the ground. Paper just commencing to pay.

Harry further said, "William has written a paper for Lippincott's on Whitman.

Told him of William Walsh's Lippincott's piece—not speaking of it as an obituary notice.

"I think William should have something to say," W. remarked slowly. "You say this is a study?"

I said: "Walt: do you like the William Morris books?"

Faithfully,William D.

"That sounds like a call to battle: no one could do that more wonderfully than William."

I said: "You and William evidently run afoul of each other over Poe."

William is a vehement expounder, propounder: won't let a fellow off with compromises, half measures."

flag of poetry run up on "Atlantica's rim" thirty-seven years ago still floats in triumph over the white-haired

"Was it William Walsh? I suppose it likely. Favorable? Oh! I guess it was Walsh.

He said: "It did not come through the mail: William must have handed it to me or sent it by a messenger

draw lines: I don't: only, some of the fellows do these things in totals and some do them in halves: William

Then he added: "What a difference there is between William's and Maurice's letters!

Maurice has no distinct talent that way: William seems to have every talent."

O'Connor.W. said: "William's imagination is copious: he can make heavy of the lightest thing—yes, and

William is rather cuter in all that than Maurice: his great talents all lay in that direction: but as

William himself says there, it was a thing for Maurice to finally decide for himself."

Referred to William O. Stoddard.

laughed and "didn't wonder" he would add no outright criticism, and I was glad he did not.Frank Williams

I said: "William calls Comstock an unmitigated ass." W. laughed most heartily.

"Not a suspicion of a word: I sit here seeing William thousands-wise: he presents himself to me persistently

"I'm afraid I was: William said to me more than once: 'Walt, you're as fast as frozen molasses!'"

fearful road to that great castle "success" which looms up in the dim religious distance, and from which white-winged

Sumner said to William once: 'Whitman would have been all right if he'd only written Democratic Vistas

Adding, "This ought to be done for William."

W. exclaimed: "Good: You ought to say that to William: that 'sthat's one of his pet ideas (and mine too

As to cover he said again: "Of all things, I should least think of vellum—white vellum especially."

kind—recondite, curioish"—W. laughing over the "exercise" of "some of the fellows" in Poet Lore (Morris, Williams

; but on second thought, I saw that Nellie O'Connor has the first right to anything that concerns William—so

A little the odor of wood: the light flickering upon the wall, the bed white and clean.

W. remarked, "That must be William Walsh. I suppose he is there yet. It sounds like.

After that, William ShaksperShakespeare is no more for me—for me, at least.

brief experience in the South—an intimate experience while it lasted—was convinced that the 'poor white

The horrible patois attributed to the 'poor white' there in the South (and not to them only—to Western

Even Williams, Talcott, seems to have given in to the pressure—the hue and cry of the provincials—yet

Jefferies is editing the vol. to follow yours in the series—White's Selborne.

takes a course in the local papers, getting two—the Post and the Courier.Brought him from Frank Williams

"It is not wonderful that William knew a good deal about Hugo—but Rabelais?

different order—information of him is rare—and he was one of several rare figures whose intricate make-up William

It has color, radiance; color is such an element in me—red, white.

wonder what Leaves of Grass would have been if I had been born of some other mother and had never met William

O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone, Sinking there, while

O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone, Sinking there, while

Blodgett, Arthur Golden, and William White. 3 vols. New York: New York UP, 1980.

There a miserable, half-crazy nigger, enveloped in a white shroud, was taken in the midst of a procession

A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the women gone, Sinking there while the

A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the women gone, Sinking there while the

Blodgett, Arthur Golden, and William White. Vol. 3. New York: New York UP, 1980._____.

Blodgett, Arthur Golden, and William White. Vol. 3. New York: New York UP, 1980.

Yours always William Rolleston. early in March '84 | Cleanthes' Hymn to Zeus Thomas W. H.

of light, the March-wind blows upon the Wicklow hills; Blows from over the blue Channel, making the white

like a dream again— And again the same hills and rocks, again the Sky, again the blue Channel with white

A grand looking old man—long white beard, aquiline features, keen eyes—spare, sinewy frame, full of restrained